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Heartless

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Heartless was released on January 22, 2008 by In The Paint as a part of the album Illustrious

Song Details

AlbumIllustrious

Release DateJanuary 22, 2008

LabelIn The Paint

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Big Noyd

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Big Noyd

Lyrics

Ric Rude

Composer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, come on

Yeah, yeah, keep it live

Come on, Queensbridge, let's go

Come on

It's your boy rappin' 'noid, clappin' toys, leave you famous

Kill the noise or you will get destroyed by the stainless

Leave you brainless 'cause we gangstas that will bang ya outta anger

These slugs will rearrange ya 'cause you nothin' but a wanksta

While you poppin' shit, we poppin'

Clips, pop a cop, I'll pop your bitch

I'm mad rude, that dude, you don't wanna be fuckin' with

I warned you once, that's all you get, I'm wild and I'm ruthless

I Suge Knight your ass, some hang you from the roof shit

Like Q did to Bishop, yeah, I'm on some true shit

All for respect, you know how the goons get

Son, we ain't new to this, we true to this gangsta shit

Navy blue Carhartt, Infamous handkerchief

Every day is dangerous, **** wanna get at me

But I'm from the hood and the hip is where my gat be

You ain't gotta ask me, I'm right here, who want it?

That Queensbridge bullshit, yep, yep, we on it

'Cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarded

Crazy, maybe, real quick to start shit

Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn to Harlem

We all got guns, you know we be mobbin'

Boosters, shooters, **** that be robbin'

Kidnap your babies, you don't want no problems

Fuck you, pay me, my **** is starvin'

Infamous in this bitch, you know we be mobbin'

You know why?

'Cause I don't go nowhere without it

Be without it 'cause I'm 'bout it

Make it rain on you cowards, bring a storm of gun showers

Make you smell like gunpowder, 'cause haters I devour

Face it, the game's ours, we ain't playin' with them dollars

Name it gas, swingin' bats, fuck your raps, shit is crap

Dressed in black, rather that, I'll put one up in your back

Stay in your lane 'cause if it's fame

You want, son, then you can get it

I send shots through your fitted, you want it, come with it

'Cause I'm here all year, no fear, cop the biscuit

It might not pop off, but you don't wanna risk it

Bring the business with the burners or the ratchet or the hammer

I'm bananas, you only act gangsta in front of cameras

You ain't gully, I get money 'cause I'm live, ride or die

AQB where I reside, puffin' lye, gettin' high

See, we fly while you drive, we up while you strive

You lease while we buy, 'cause I'm

The truth, you's a lie, motherfucker

'Cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarded

Crazy, maybe, real quick to start shit

Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn to Harlem

We all got guns, you know we be mobbin'

Boosters, shooters, **** that be robbin'

Kidnap your babies, you don't want no problems

Fuck you, pay me, my **** is starvin'

Infamous in this bitch, you know we be mobbin'

'Cause we hungry, heartless, loco, retarded

Crazy, maybe, real quick to start shit

Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn to Harlem

We all got guns, you know we be mobbin'

Boosters, shooters, **** that be robbin'

Kidnap your babies, you don't want no problems

Fuck you, pay me, my **** is starvin'

Infamous in this bitch, you know we be mobbin'

Written by: Big Noyd, Ric Rude

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